Next time

The last time I was in love (I think)
Many, many years ago
He dragged me up the stairs by my neck
Threw me on the bed
Hand over my mouth

I’m sorry I’m crying, I can’t help it
I couldn’t breathe
Love isn’t supposed to feel like that (I think)

So, scratch that
Turns out that wasn’t love (I think)
Next time I’ll get it right
Next time
(I think)

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